From Atelier

Arch scar
Low point
Turns away
Soil flushed
Down powdery
Throats
Mixes into the blood
Stream of
These paddle tongued
Bodies make
Environment
Clear bright

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How moisture hangs
In the dark tidal sky
Like cloth on flexed
Muscle how my love
Rescinds nasty flags
Or toys bounce down
A set of stairs

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Necklace the paper moons
Performers the jostle
Synchronized to arhythmic
Feet / SINGERS suck
Back their words
Step
Off colored light
Watery smoke it is easier
To loosen than to
Retrieve

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To not move at all
To stand still
But then I empty

The exhibition went
Toward inner
Circles of pain
Grabs a shriveled
MEDIUM
Room for
Refusal

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Im the mills ATELIER
These rainy day parts
Are my solid paints
These acrid black clouds
Are paint fumes
That split
My head in two

Im a space craft
Fill me in with
Frightful things expect
The storm to pass

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Over so many postwar
Backyards preserved
Sloping
Manually CAST

I could sit there all
Day squeaking stalks
Of clenched grass

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A raccoon

To climb down my back
To needle the peeled
Sky plunge